Intro
Three, two, …

Verse
I beat the hell out of a demon that lied inside of my soul
Now more grim in my demeanor as I reap what I sow-
So it seems I am digging for gold
Must keep my composure, until my life is over
Ready to blow like a pistol out the holster
Take a trip inside of my mind and you might just go blind
Look into my eyes and find...(and find.. ) how lost I am in time
Time will turn and in turn I will grow
Internally it shows from these verbal flows
Eternally froze like Solo
Stone cold, days rotate so slow
Drugs and thugs
That's how most go
It all stems from the never ending pressure fo mo gold, (Woah)
But I'm just a man, what do I know?
Can barely understand my mind full
Of ideas it cycles, from high to low
Despite, of what is rightful I'm frightened that anyone can take a firearm and pull

Hook
We're all sinners from the beginning in our inners
We get bigger and we figure
Which to commit and which to hinder
We live among sinners (Woah)
Please forgive us
I am a sinner


Verse 2
Grew up the most honest, modest and flawless
Used to read comics and polish my phonics
Intelligence would astonish, but if I were being honest
Chronic and gin and tonics turn a square into a rhombus
I broke a lot of promises
I failed at never becoming a smoker
My mama thought I would be sober
The joke is on me though
Weed o's, made me, a loner
Feeling like an ogre and burnt out like an old toaster
I thought I would have it in the bag by now like your local grocer
Just means I gotta double my focus and keep composure like poker
(I'm not a lucky man but lucky to be alive)
If y'all really knew what that meant you might buckle down and cry
I'm birthing music with the reaper by my side
Every day, every night
My own shadow is my biggest fright
Hindsight can not be hindrance of what lies, ahead of my stride
I keep fighting like Phife eating a slice of pie for his diabetes
I won't die easy

Outro
I’m staring at myself inside of this mirror
But what appears is not quite clear
I’m looking in the mirror
But what appears is not clear
It appears to be…it appears to be…not me
Why?
Why?
Why?